Date: Sun, 8 Apr 2012 09:17:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sbin Nibs
Subject: Tony 2 Toni 4 Cousin - chapter 1 (for TG - yf)
Tony 2 Toni 4 Cousin - chapter 1
"Tony," my mother called after hanging up the phone, "Wendy needs a favor
from you".
"Now?" I was watching `The Three Stooges' at the time but didn't mind
since I really liked my cousin who lived next door and was pleased that she
was asking a favor of me since she was three years older than me and she
was often helping me in some way. "What is it?"
"Well, that's the thing. She's making a dress for her home economics class
and Lynn was helping her as a model but Lynn's sick and Wendy said its due
tomorrow. You and Lynn are about the same size so she's asking you to take
over."
"What do you mean? What do I have to do?" I felt myself flush as I
imagined the answer.
"Wendy needs you to try on the dress to see how it looks and make
adjustments." Before I could even voice my objections, Mom said "Look
Tony, I know you may feel uncomfortable but she's your cousin and needs
your help. It won't hurt and no one else will know. And besides, she said
she baked some chocolate chip cookies for you.
"OK". Mom's preemptive acknowledgement of my unease of wearing a dress
along with the cookie enticement was effective and I quickly shut off the
black and white TV and ran out the back door across to her back door. "I'm
here" I shouted in my 12 year old soprano voice and ran up the stairs, not
allowing myself to feel trepidation of anyone finding out that I liked the
idea of wearing a dress and had secretly tried on my mother's panties a few
days ago. Despite their being way too large for me, I felt a momentary
thrill like no other at the time.
All the same though, I felt nervous when I saw Wendy in the living room
with a step stool and a light yellow dress with lots of thread hanging from
it draped over the rack next to her. But her smile of thanks and the aroma
of the baked cookies easily won me over.
"You're so sweet" she said before asking me to take off my shirt and pants.
I took off my shirt quickly but balked at taking off my pants. I figured I
could wear the dress over them but she insisted that the dress wouldn't fit
right with the extra bulk underneath. I reluctantly agreed, but being a
prude, put the dress on first and then took off my pants. I immediately
felt an excitement like I did with Mom's panties.
Wendy giggled but not in a mean way and I thought it was kind of funny too.
She looked dissatisfied with the fit, however, and then had a realization.
"Oh, Lynn may be small but she has breasts, you know. Let me get an old
bra" she said then ran off to her bedroom.
I stood there feeling a bit stunned. I liked the idea of wearing a bra but
not in front of anyone else. What if they thought I was a sissy! I
suppose that was my greatest fear. Then I heard the front door open and
stood there on the step stool in dread as my aunt entered.
"Tony!" she exclaimed, "What are you doing there in that dress?"
"I'm helping Wendy. Lynn's sick." I managed to squeak out and Wendy
shouted a similar explanation from the hallway before entering the living
room with a white bra. She added that my chest was too flat so she got a
bra for me to wear while modeling the dress.
Aunt Ruth laughed, commented on what a nice boy and wonderful cousin I was,
and kissed me on the cheek, which did nothing to lessen my blushing. She
watched as Wendy helped me remove the top part of the dress and put on the
bra. She then filled the cups with something that felt satiny. I'm not
sure what it was and don't know if it was the feel of that material against
my nipples or simply the circumstance of wearing a bra, especially in front
of my aunt and cousin, but all the sudden my knees felt weak and I
shuddered as I barely managed to catch my balance.
"Are you alright, Tony?" Wendy asked in her innocence as Aunt Ruth laughed
again and speculated that I was doing quite well. I heard her go to the
phone in the kitchen and call my mother.
I got back on the step stool and Wendy went back to work pinning this and
that while I stood there in a generalized state of embarrassment but still
getting some pleasure from wearing a bra and a dress and Wendy smoothing
the fabric around by backside. Then I heard the heard the door bell ring
and in came my mother.
Wendy asked, "Well, what do you think Aunt Helen?"
"Oh, he looks very cute. Is he wearing a bra?" she said.
"No, I meant the dress" Wendy retorted. "How about you, Mom?"
Aunt Ruth responded that she thought the dress looked good and was ready
for the final sewing. She also confirmed to my mom that I was wearing a
bra. Mom looked at the dress critically and expressed concern that the
waist cinch was a bit off line. She said it was hard to tell because you
could see my Davy Crockett briefs through the dress and it was distracting
and suggested I wear panties instead
This really made me blush bad. As I said before, I was a prude and didn't
like the idea of even boys seeing me in my underwear, much less girls such
as my cousin. But the suggestion that I put on a pair of panties instead
made me even redder.
Now you might wonder at my problem with this given that I was already
wearing a bra and a dress but maybe because it covered genitalia made
underpants more potent to me. Whatever the case, I protested and declared
"No way". My mom, aunt, and cousin first tried to appeal to my sense of
wanting to help my cousin, but as I still refused, Mom played dirty.
"Tony. I don't know what this fuss is about since I know you wore my red
panties on Sunday."
I stood there dumbfounded with my mouth open as she went on. "I know I
didn't leave them in my drawer like that and your brothers weren't around
at the time. You could have cleaned them, you know".
I stood there beet red, head handing down with tears silently streaking my
cheeks as she went on. "It's not that big of a deal. I figured I'd let
you have your fun. I understand that you don't want anyone to know but I
find your hypocrisy intolerable, especially when Wendy's helped you so many
times in the past".
I felt completely defeated and said nothing when Wendy returned with a pair
of white cotton panties. I didn't even leave the room as I pulled off my
briefs under the dress and stepped into the panties. And said nothing when
they slid back down to my feet because they were too big, though I heard
everyone else laugh. I waited as Wendy went back upstairs to search for an
old pair that might fit me.
I looked up finally and saw everyone still looking at me. My mother
continued "Tony, I know boys are curious and like to play pretend and I
know you're good at sports and other boy things. It's OK to want to see
what it feels like to dress like a girl."
My aunt added "And I remember how you used to like to play house and dress
up games with dolls when were a little boy. You're still a young kid you
know."
"But everyone hates sissies" I cried out and started sobbing more heavily.
"First off Tony," Mom said, "no one needs to know that you wore a dress
today. We'll tell no one. And secondly, I don't really care what others
think; neither should you. And helping your cousin or trying on my panties
doesn't make you a sissy."
"But Mom" I protested, "It's more than that. I got a thrill putting on
your panties and earlier today with the bra. Maybe I am really a sissy.
But I don't want to be one!"
"Um, and Aunt Helen" Wendy added, "we're supposed to have our dresses
modeled tomorrow in class, not just bring them in, and I don't think Lynn's
going to be able to come in cause she's very sick. I don't suppose Tony
could do it, could he?"
"What!" we all exclaimed in unison, followed by my "No way!" Mom just
shook her head and said "One thing at a time." "Tony, even if you do like
to wear girl's clothes, it doesn't mean you're only a sissy. You obviously
like boy activities too. So maybe we can just find some discrete times for
you to enjoy your `thrills'. And, by the way, it might be more than that
but I don't think you're ready for that discussion yet. "
"As for your idea, young lady," she said to Wendy. "I agree with Tony. No
way he's going to go to your class in a dress."
"But part of the grade is based on the shapeliness of the dress and you
can't tell that without a model it fits properly" Wendy whined.
"Wait, Maybe I have a solution" chimed in Aunt Ruth. "We have a Polaroid
camera; what if we take pictures of Tony in the dress when it's completed.
You can bring them in along with the dress and explain that your model,
your cousin Toni, with an `I' instead of a `y', couldn't go there because
she had to go to her own school."
This quieted us down for a moment but I quickly realized "But Aunt Ruth,
they'll see in the pictures that I'm a boy wearing the dress."
"Not necessarily, sweetheart" she responded. "You have a full bottom that
any girl would envy not to mention beautiful bangs. Wendy has a nice fall
we could attach to your hair to make a girl's hairstyle since you both have
the same hair color. The bra fits you fine and with make-up, nobody would
be able to tell the difference."
This was too much for me. Here I was, watching `The Three Stooges' on TV
at home less than an hour ago to helping my cousin model a dress to being
exposed as a panty freak, and now they wanted to girlify me all the way.
Naturally I protested, but Mom's was able to convince me to accept Aunt
Ruth's plan.
"Tony dear, think about it. Instead of your knee-jerk refusal based on
maintaining a façade that we all know is fake, why not take this as a rare
opportunity to enjoy yourself doing something that you know you'd like to
do but haven't had the chance before. Come off your high horse and be
real. Let yourself go. You admitted to us already concern about being a
sissy. So let it go and be yourself. Have fun with it. In fact, let us
all have fun. And it'll also provide a solution to Wendy's problem. Come
on now, give us a twirl."
"But Mommy" I complained through my tears and snot bubble, "I still don't
have any panties on."
This seemed to break the ice for everyone, resulting in much laughter.
Wendy tossed a pair of pastel green nylon panties at me, hitting me in the
face. "I found these old ones from my sixth grade prom in my closet" she
said. I couldn't help but sniff them as I took them from my face, noticed
of course by my aunt and my mom. I twirled them around my finger, then
turned around and put them on under the dress. Then I twirled myself
around as Mom had asked, with a smile.
"Yeah" she said with a smile after I stood straight, "the waist is fine.
Somehow his boy briefs made it look lopsided. The dress is beautiful Wendy
dear."
Wendy beamed at this and so did I. I felt I was being complimented on my
appearance as much as she on her craftsmanship.
"Come on Toni with an `i'" my aunt implored. Take off the dress so that
Wendy can finish sewing it."
"OK" I shouted and started out of the room.
"Hey, where are you going?" asked my Mom. "We're all girls. You can
undress here."
And despite my misgivings and prudishness of being seen in my boy briefs,
it somehow seemed acceptable, even good, to be seen in the (actually it
felt like `MY') panties and bra. Wendy carefully helped me get out of the
dress and I stood there in my aunt's living room wearing nothing but
panties and a bra. In front of my mother, my aunt, and my cousin!
And it did feel good. Too good, in fact, as Wendy's giggle and their
glances brought my attention to my crotch and the protuberance, small as it
was, in the front of the panties.
"I guess that's the thrill you were referring to before" said Aunt Ruth.
I had gone from feeling like a humiliated reject earlier to liberated joy
and now I felt betrayed by my body and the former feeling was resuming.
But Mom, my angel, recognized this and rescued me again.
"Tony, that's a good thing, something to enjoy. We already know you like
to wear panties, and that at least part of the pleasure is sexual. Don't
hide from it. Have you ever masturbated before?"
I'd heard the word before but didn't know what it meant – my ignorance
of sex was another source of shame for me – and decided to be honest
now. I shook my head "no".
"Well it's way of stimulating your body to get a good feeling that becomes
a lot stronger after your body changes in puberty. But you can still enjoy
it now. For boys, it's usually about rubbing their penis but other parts
of the body are also sensitive like nipples and anus (I didn't know what
anus was either but figured I had displayed enough ignorance already) and
other places. A year from now you'll probably be able to ejaculate but
don't worry about that now. Your dad or I will explain later. Here, come
here."
I walked over in a bit of a daze as she asked Wendy to finish sewing her
dress. "OK, now take out your penis and hold it with these fingers."
"No, Mommy, then I won't feel like I'm one of the girls anymore. I'll just
feel like a boy naked in front of girls."
She laughed and said "Alright then, hold it that way outside the panties
and rub it back and forth".
She was right. It was sensational! In a few moments, my knees were
buckling again and my body spasmed with electricity. I opened my eyes to
see my mother and aunt smiling and turned to run upstairs to the bathroom –
I had sudden urgent need to pee. As I ran, I saw Wendy staring
open-mouthed at me. I don't know why, since I was such a little prude, but
I impishly pulled down the front of `my' panties to display both raging
inches of boyflesh.
I was slow coming back down the stairs with a big grin and declared "Wow, I
really like being Tony with a 'y' and Toni with an `i'" and kissed each one
of the `girls'. Then I regained consciousness of the chocolate chip cookie
aroma.
Epilogue: We had a lot fun making me up, doing my hair, and taking the
Polaroids. I felt so liberated and had ball posing in the dress. Wendy
got an "A" on her project and I got an enriched life.